Wearer of the Crown (That’s You)

  Hey. Pssst. You. Wearer of the crown— Who, ME? Yes, you. No, no, no. You must be mistaken. I don’t wear a crown. Sure, you do. I see it. Are you looking at me? (laughs) Yup, yup. Sure am. Your crown is beautiful. Very intricate. Well (pause) What does it look like? Oh, honey. Sure is splendid. Looks like hundreds of owl feathers waving high, pearls from the depths of the ocean placed with precision, flecks of gold woven with mighty care. And, oh my! I spot a unicorn hair. Why can’t I see my crown? Ahhh… remember that…